A Tuesday, full of anxiety and fear. Fear and sadness But hope again overflowing my whole being. A miracle had already arrived on a Sunday in August. A blessed treasure, he again put his name on stage. Going through the dark and cold corridors, with intermittent light marking the uncertainty, we reached the end of the corridor and there was our dilemma. Prayers came and went, we passed alone. Just him and me, in an environment of hope and strength. Holding each other, waiting to be studied again. We were called and my heart stopped, I needed my partner. With my shaking hands we carried it to his new study and his father arrived. The fear disappeared, the fears receded, and the results changed. As if I came to this world healthy and happy I was, there had only been a wrong test and everything was fine. Our treasure was healthy and life returned to us, the air re-entered our chest. Again our son is a child protected by God and our love.